The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-02-01
THE WAY HIS MOTHER DID.
HELEN VI. wlNsLow.

| cured my jeremiah of thinking
that he could cook jest as his mother
did easy enough. 1t was the week be-
fore Thanksgiving, and says l, at the
breakfast table one morning:
Jeremiah" says |, ~ billed my
meat yesterday, and if you'll bring in
that jug OF cider molasses that you
put into the ice house to keep cool
through the summer. I'll make up my
mince pies to-day"
A simple yemark enough, and inno-
cent, but who can tell what o word
may bring forth2
81 wish" says the pardner o my
Joys, and when he can't dodge them
OF my sorrows, 81 wish | could taste
OF some of my mothers pies again.
Them vas pies as was pies"
Now, / know that if Philura Jane
Jones q do one thing better than
another, it is to make a mince pie,
but KEEP calm outwardly.
How was they NADER" says J.,
"what was the mgregiences?"
oval" says he, 81 used to watch
her every Thanksgivin' time; and if
you'd hear to me, L believe / could
tell Jest how. Hi wasn't they good,
thought yum, believe ! could make
'em myself."
perhaps you'd BETTER" says /
coolly.
81 can," says he, "an' l declare for
all tryin' to boss a woman round-I
will"
l couldn't help but laugh to see
him go to work. l got him my big
check apron, and tied it On. drought
out the flour and the lard. and the
saleratus, and the salt and the spice.
drawer, and the sugar-box, jeremiah
he went out and got the cider molas-
ses. The meat and apples was already
on the old table.
"There!" says jeremiah. Now I'll
show you something about pies"
| said nothing. but went to washing
up the breakfast dishes and sweeping
up.
az don't get to baking so early as
this, generally" says I. You've got
a good start"
20, yes" he answered in his gayest
tone, "t'won't be no time afore /
have them pies all settin' in a row on
the buttery shelf. Hain't you got no
sour milk"
"Why, yes" says |, "but you don't
want it for mince pies!"
"Who's maxim these pies?' says he.
"My mother always used to make
milk piecrust, and | believe it
would taste good once more"
So l brought the sour milk. He
dipped out about two quarts OF it in
my big yellow mixing dish.
"Where's the short'nin?" says he.
''There's the lard, and there's the
butter here il you'd rather have it,"
"My mother used lard" says he.
Where's a dish to melt it in?"
/ got HIM a dish.
Most folks rub their shortening in
TO the -four" says /.
'My mother didn't" says he. GAS
| said before, who's maxim these
pies? II / am"
81 won't say another word" says !.
Eve had experience in managing a
opinionated parlner before.
He stirred his melted lard into his
sour milk, and it rose to the top in
little Jumps. Then he begun to stir in
/ see he hadn't put in any
.,aleratus, but knew him too well to
to say so. Jeremiah Jones
sometimes needs to attend the school
Sept by Experience.
He stirred and stirred and stirred.
When he finally got 1t thick enough,
here was batter enough, such as il
vas. to make several dozen pies.
These pies aregoin' to be so good"
lays he; well make up a lot Of EN-.
Where's the pie platesg"
I brought them to him all buttered,
md he begun to roll out his crust.
3y this time it was 80 thick that it
scarcely be induced to roll out
Il all. but ne worked nobly. When
got his first piece rolled down to
bout an inch in thickness, he stopped
mi looked at it.
Il like n good thick crust, myself" ?
aYs be. An inch thick Amt too